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I was heading to my house, yes my house meaning its a hideout. After what happen earlier I rush to came here for distraction. My home have this aura that can make me fly, its my sweet solace. I don't want to talk to anyone at this state. I always want to protect myself at all cost when every time I got to see those foods. It brings back the memories I want to forget every single day of my life. It pains me to see that the new friends of mine eat foods like that. Its not that I'm picky eater, its because the foods that I saw a while ago killed the persons I loved the most. The trauma is killing me every time I get to see those foods.
I went to my room to change my clothes to sports bra and shorts. I must do my routine and be exhausted for tomorrow will be hard to communicate again wi
